Luyện nghe bài hát Fallen Women

She me some of a blue eyed doll a strange look there in her eyes
Surprisingly quick her movements like a woman who's learned to survive
She the ashtrays and passes the booze in a crude but professional style
And her facial are painfully set in a look that resembles a smile
The small crowded bar roars loud its of some verbal blow that she's dealt
By telling a trucker from the Redball to have intercourse with himself
In my mind I can see her room the place the woman lives
The rollers and the and the old panty hose
And the that leaks like a sieve
And there's pictures of Merle and Johnny and June and there with a flag
And a letter from home that she's read ten and an old blue traveling bag
You that man she loves ah he's puttin' her on
But no queen could him more
And in her mind ship will sail to a hundred exotic shores
Lord she'll get no from me no she's tough and she wouldn't care
But life is made up of wishes and dreams and she's had more her share
As I sit and drink and look for a song I think I just found me one
There's a difference in a fallen and one who is still hangin' on